Emotional Tourism Lyrics

I'm calling for
Two seperate houses
In the same street
N° 83 and N° 87
One with yellow bricks
And renovated plastic frames
With a mailbox blue
Sign for sale still fresh

Last week there was a
Sort of a bad atmosphere
5 cops in two seperate cars
3 cops for him
And two cops to cool him down
1 neighbhour for the dog
And their litle kid to assist
Grandmother in wheelchairs

Now the cable distribution men don't mind
And the worker on the roof poors a fresh cup of coffee
It's emotional tourism

Today they put up a sign for sale
Misses do you know if there's a garden - how many bedrooms
No I don't mind - yes I can wait - you don't know more than I do
It's emotional tourism
We gaze at the first floor
That outlooks their seperate houses
Today I think he won't wash his car
Nor check out any bass reflex equipment
I wonder what he did to her
It's emotional tourism